When he goes away, my heart bleeds,
When he says goodbye, I break
When he stands there with his bags packed,  
my tears could fill a lake.

When he gives me such a manly hug
And holds me in his grip
I feel like using super glue,
his embrace will never slip.

But here I stand, accepting things,
Feet frozen to the floor,
As I kiss goodbye, my only Son
Who is on his way to war.